The Planet of Love

When we are young, unexperienced, and quite dumb, we all want to go to the Planet of Love.

The Planet of Love is a beautiful place. From the outside it looks nice, it looks cool, it looks groovy, like a green valley in the mountains with flowering meadows. Like a tropical beach with palm trees and crystal water lapping on perfect sands. Like a comfy couch in front of a fireplace with a window where you can see the snow flakes falling down. Like a beautiful kitchen with a table set for dinner and two cups of fine wine, looks lovely.

And it is beautiful, but the Planet of Love is a decoration.

Not all Planets of Love look the same, there is no decoration prototype. Some may look like a fairground ride where you can immediately see that everything is made of papier mache. Some are like Disney World: you know everything is fake but it takes a little longer to realize because everything is very well done. Still in these cases, at some point, you know that inside Mickey there’s a guy called John and inside Bella there’s a girl called Jane.

But even if it’s a lie, this doesn’t mean you don’t have to go to the Planet of Love. Of course you must go, just as going to Disney World if you ever have the chance. It’s an experience that must be taken, especially to appreciate the difference between the planet of love and true love.

The planet of love is so treacherous. It seems to be the ideal place to stay and live, but it is full of deadly traps. Death traps for the dignity and self-esteem that are, at the same time, mechanisms to glorify the extreme ridicule and embarrassment.

When you land on the Planet of Love, you lose the ability to think and you start doing many horribly pedant things. It’s like this.

This pedant effect is a normal thing on this first contact with the Planet of Love. One feels happy, like a cartoon, you can notice your heart beating every second, you can see butterflies flying around everywhere. We girls even think of wearing dresses to start spinning like crazy!

(Because spinning like crazy in pants is a boozer thing, whereas spinning like crazy in a dress is a princess thing, and, obviously, everybody knows this).

The fact is that you are there in your plaster scenario, living your love lie but blindly believing that it’s real, that’s how cool the Planet of Love is… while it lasts.

Because, suddenly, at some point, it may take days, weeks, months or years… you start noticing that the palm trees are fake, that the water is not so clear and that the sand on the beach is a carpet.

Oh , oh…

That is not the Planet of Love you dreamt… But you don’t want to go, you don’t want to get kicked out of there, you like your decoration set and when you look outside and what you see is gray and black and also loads of people looking for their own Planets of Love, you decide to stay in yours … and you start playing dumb.

My advice, based on very unpleasant experiences in the Planet of Love, is to do nothing, absolutely nothing based on a hunch beginning with “I know deep inside…” because that jerk hunch is a liar and will take you to the scariest ridicule.

To summarize, the Planet of Love is a lie.

The Planet of Love can abduct you out of reality.

Yes, you have to try, just as many other things in life but carefully and without losing sight, and above all, when you’ve run out of tickets, you must run away as fast as you can and never look back.

Of course , the Planet of Love has nothing to do with true love; but that’s another story and shall be told another time.